LOCKE
He's a little caught off-guard by the bop, blinking as he leans back. But a laugh bubbles up in his throat and he shakes his head. This isn't how he expected any of this to go. He's not mad about it but still. They're right though. People gotta eat and he kinda likes cooking. Plus, Frey seems pretty pleased with the pie. Something to think over.
He mulls the question over in his head but it only takes a second. "Yeah. I think I would." He looks down at his hands, flexing them experimentally before looking back up at the god. "So will you do that? Give me claws? To protect myself?" And maybe even the people he cares about because he has those now. "What do I have to do?" Nothing is free, right? The world runs of favors but do gods really need mortals to run their errands?
He mulls the question over in his head but it only takes a second. "Yeah. I think I would." He looks down at his hands, flexing them experimentally before looking back up at the god. "So will you do that? Give me claws? To protect myself?" And maybe even the people he cares about because he has those now. "What do I have to do?" Nothing is free, right? The world runs of favors but do gods really need mortals to run their errands?
I wanna make up my mind
But I don't know myself
But I don't know myself
